Archive for the mandala Category

flower power …mandala oil painting

Posted in art, mandala, painting, poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on 2018/02/14 by greenteadoodles

flower power (6″ x 6″)

It was in my mind to try painting mandalas in oils and so this was back to a very meditative process. I had no idea what I was going to paint until I started at the centre – the only given was a radial symmetry. This one started fairly geometrically but then transformed into flowers? butterflies? peacock feathers? It could be many things and I like the ambiguity!

Here is Tom’s wonderfully circular poem!

…bold and bright the peacock’s eyes
turn as inward colours rise
flaring forth in red and gold
leaping out with joy as bold…

image (c) 2018 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2018 TJ Radcliffe



mini-mandala …birds and buds in colour

Posted in art, mandala, painting, poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on 2018/02/08 by greenteadoodles

birds and buds

Painted in spring colours! I saw some of these bushtits – amazingly tiny birds – late last fall and I think they’re back! Spring comes early here in Vancouver and proceeds at a very decorous pace. Not at all what I have been used to in Montreal where it sometimes seems that spring lasts just one day sometime in May and it’s straight on to summer!

Here’s Tom’s freshly written poem!

Sheltered by the leafy swirl
of berries, buds, and blossoms
bushtits bounce and preen and swirl
among the branches. Awesome
ingenuity is there
in their perfect form,
flitting thither, without care
before the world is born

image (c) 2018 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2018 TJ Radcliffe


mini-mandala – birds and buds

Posted in animals, art, drawing, mandala, poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 2018/01/22 by greenteadoodles

birds and buds

It seems like a long time since I have posted a mandala! I have been much more focused on other types of ink drawings and oil painting recently but I did finish this small (6×6) one. Do you think maybe I am thinking about spring already!

Tom wrote a poem for it full of warmth and energy – just what we need at this time of year!

The spinning vortex of bright spring,
whirligig-ing powers,
to the outer edges flings
the buds of bursting flowers.

Leaves in warming sunlight wave
like flags upon the breeze
snapping sharply on their staves
of branches. In their lea

a titmouse rests in perfect calm
awaiting season’s turn
to bring the summer’s warming balm
and ease the vernal churn.

image (c) 2018 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2018 TJ Radcliffe

garden veil mandala…

Posted in art, cats, drawing, flowers, mandala, poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 2017/12/11 by greenteadoodles

garden veil

Pink flowers, green leaves, a tawny cat …and a lacy white tracery.


garden veil – detail

Here is Tom’s lovely poem.

Lacy network, leafy ruff
worn about my lady’s throat
made from all the finest stuff
like her veil and petticoat.
Through her veil the garden’s wild
panoply of flowers beguiled
as away her time she whiled
by the pool whose bottom’s tiled
with stones and fragments of her soul.
Deep she leans across the pond
reflecting on a memory fond,
before time took it’s mortal toll.
Somewhere children laugh behind
Bringing hope and joy to mind.

image (c) 2017 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2017 TJ Radcliffe

Lacy garden mandala…

Posted in art, cats, flowers, mandala, poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 2017/12/04 by greenteadoodles

in a lacy garden

Sometimes it is hard to know where to start with these mandalas. Continuing once a beginning has been made is usually easier. This time I started with a sleeping cat in the middle thinking I wonder what will follow from that?



Apparently, lots of details, flowers and lace. Maybe it’s a kitty’s dream landscape. It’s really up to you. 😉

Thankfully, Tom has wonderful words for this world!

As the eye returns and turns again
through lazy ambulations at the edge
drawn to filigrees and flowers when
it peers through open spaces in the hedge
that bounds the hidden maze of complex paths
where lovers drift in circles round the ponds
lingering to hear each other’s laughs
watching breezes blowing through the fronds
of grasses growing from the simple centre
stretching out to kiss the summer sun
through lacy veils that let the breezes enter
in to the place where the cat has run.
Deep within the the garden she is curled
Deep asleep without care in the world.

image (c) 2017 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2017 TJ Radcliffe

embroidered room mandala…

Posted in art, drawing, mandala, painting, poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 2017/11/24 by greenteadoodles

embroidered room mandala

I wanted the colours for this one to be very rich with mostly purples, reds and oranges. This is a “mini-mandala” so about 6″ in diameter but there is a lot packed in so here is a detail.


embroidered room – detail

As usual, Tom saw even more curious things than I did. This new poem encapsulates a whole story!

The lamps are lit, the wheels must turn
let the toothy gears engage
opening the secret urn
decoding all the truths the Sage
encrypted on four secret scrolls
each entire and carefully rolled
hidden well ’til they were stoled
then to a Magus quickly sold!
Now in London they do lie
waiting for the seance start
where the Sage’s beating heart
will for justice–vengeance–cry
within the rich embroidered room
where four men go to meet their doom!

image (c) 2017 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2017 TJ Radcliffe

mini mandala 5 – “from above”

Posted in art, drawing, mandala, poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on 2017/11/22 by greenteadoodles

mini-mandala 5 – “from above”

Well this one went off in a completely different direction! it started by looking like cushions and then …well I guess it’s whatever you want to see. 😁 Tom brought an interesting vision as usual!

The chairs are set around the seance table
Four places ready for the mythic riders
Charging out of history in to fable
Ready now to act as sole deciders
Of the future hidden in the scrolls
Unread, unknown, alive and dead at once
Carpet waiting for the spectral footsteps
In this moment absent for the nonce.
The servants have withdrawn and all is still
They do not wish to meet their absent masters
Who bend the Fates to merely human will
And choose between each triumph and disaster.
The room is ready, let the curtain rise
To reveal the Future in surprise!

image (c) 2017 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2017 TJ Radcliffe